BANG!
i jump ..
a big red flag
stuck up a tree
or was that up the gateway to her guts
he tells me its all about balance
figures.. heh...
he feeds on the clockworks of my brain..
he wants to say something
but wont
[dont you just hate that]
..
i do wonder
if its one of those things
that at first..
sits on the back of your tongue
like early morning coffee stains
clinging on for everything its got..
then you heart starts to beat faster
with every breath you take...
if you hold on too long
the bad taste turns solid..
sharp.. almost
like a tiny ball of mach3 razor blades..
it slowly rolls down the back of your throat
and base jumps it to the stomach..
sliceing up every ugly surface in its path..
exploding on impact..
magical bubbles float all around you
you start to feel ill
and all hope is lost..
maybe next time he says..
all dancing in circles
and stepping on toes..
